It's late, and I am very tired. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I just can't find my will to go to bed. Samuel was coming back tonight, and I want to stay up till I know he's home. My head is bobbing up and down as my eyes flutter. I keep remembering what I did today, I took Connie to the park again, then I took her to an early show, then took her out to eat. She's sleeping in one of my guest bedrooms. A big king bed, with satin royal blue sheets. Her eyes went wide upon seeing it. It was quite cute. I finally stand up, turning off the light before existing my office. I wobble to my bedroom, taking off my clothes, then putting on my nightwear. I slip into bed, getting comfortable, thinking of Samuel, and how wonderful tomorrow would be. I smile to myself, comforting myself with the thought of him. I slip into darkness, my subconscious taking over.
I stand before an alter, everything was a blinding white, all I could see was empty church pews, six on each side of me, and before my bare feet a red carpet leading to the altar. A figure stands there. I squint to see, my face lightens up with the realization that's Sam. He stands there, proudly, waiting for me. His hair behind his ears, his beard trimmed perfectly. He stands tall, his blue eyes watching me in awe. I look down at my attire, I was wearing a long sleeved, pure white, wedding gown. It's train long behind me. I walk towards him, I hold a single rose with thorns, it hurts to hold, but I do it anyway. As I walk towards the Altar, people start appearing in the pews, Sir Penwood, Walter, My mother, My father. All the faces I have known, filling them, all eyes on me as I walk towards my love. As I approach Sam, I drop the roses. My hands bleeding from the rose, Sam grabs my hands despite this fact. He looks so beautiful looking down at me.
"I do." He says.
"I do." I say back. He leans down and kisses me, I melt into him, his warm lips soft like silk against mine. My hands continue to bleed into his, and I feel myself become cold. My eyes still closed, I feel him become cold in my hands, colder than I have become. What? I feel his tongue spread my mouth open, I try to move away, my mind starts to panic, and I squirm, trying to pull and yank myself away. He becomes so rough, I think my jaw is about to unhing.
"Let me go!" I manage to say. He does, or not him. No, It's you! You're long black hair covering your red glowing eyes, I am disgusted. I back away slowly. Your form towering over me. "No!" I yell. "Please don't kill me!" I beg for my life. You grin, you lunge.
I wake up in a panic, my eyes open wide as I gasp. I sit up quickly. What the hell was that? I swallow, feeling my surroundings. I feel around my bed to find anything to hold onto, anything to comfort myself. I feel flesh on my hand. Hm? I feel around some more, a neck, a beard, thick curly hair. My chest instantly warms. Sam. I lean down, wrapping my arms around his sleeping form. He was still wearing a button up and black pants, I see the clothes he disgared before getting into my bed.
"Oh Samuel." I say, my voice course. I hear him breath hard out of his nostrils. He slowly opens his eyes. He smiles, a sleepy, dazed smile. He puts his hands on my cheeks.
"Integra."
"Welcome back." I say.
"I'm glad to be back." He says in a soft, pleasant voice.
"Good." I say.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look when your sleepy?" he tells me. I chuckle.
"No, you haven't." I say. My eyes closed. "When did you get back?" I ask him.
"About three hours ago. I called Walter, he let me in." He explains. "Was Connie good for you while I was gone?"
"She was an angel." I say, smiling.
"Good, good." He smiles, stroking my cheeks. "I'm so happy i'm here now." he says, his teeth peeking out from his smiling lips. I get closer to him, taking in his scent. He smelled like dried sweat and old cologne. He wraps his strong arms around me.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." He whispers back. I feel the muscles underneath his shirt, squeezing them softly.
"I haven't worked out since i've been to japan." he says, taking notice of my squeezing hands. "Sorry if i'm a bit soft." he tells me.
I shake my head. "I don't work out ever, you don't feel soft to me." I say. "Don't worry about that sort of thing, you're perfect just the way you are."
He hold my head to his chest. Squeezing me tightly. "I have missed you so much, you have no idea."
I feel a tad strange in this moment, the man that would constantly tease me, and avoid talks of commitment, just months ago was now fully in love me. Telling me he loves me, telling me he wants to marry me. I don't mind, I feel the same. How time distort things.
"I missed you too." I say, taking handfuls of his shirt. Soft cotton between my fingers.
He kisses the top of my head. My face buried in his chest. I look up and kiss his chin. He makes a soft humming sound. He sets me up higher, so I could kiss. I kiss him. Our lips melt together, blissfully. His hands wondering down my hips, holding me against him. I have fought for years to avoid being vulnerable to men. But if I am being conquered and consumed by him, that was fine with me. Just him, everyone else must never see me like this, so easily controlled. Only Samuel could see me cry, could see me in my most intimate state. I would gladly let him have all the control he wanted. He could bring me to my knees. I would submit to him, and only him. My lips being to move against his, and my hands take his chest. He felt like a sculpture. A human masterpiece. Our legs now intwinged. Our bodies meding into one. I try to take off my clothes, but he stops me.
"No." He grabs my hands softly. I whine.
"Samuel, just once." I say. He shakes his head. "Please, just touch me once." I beg, rubbing my thighs together.
"Where?" he asks, smoothly. I take his hand, moving it to my breast. He gasps, hanging his head, shaking. His warm hand on my bare breast feels better than anything I had felt before. I feel him shake. He takes his other hand, and place it on my other breast. I feel myself began to shake as well.
"Samuel." I whisper softly, our lips touch again. Our movements against each other more rough than before. Fighting our desires, while still trying to be intimate without having sex, or other sexual acts. His hands work on my breasts softly, despite how rough he was being everywhere else. I feel myself become hot, and wet. I ache, and moan against his lips. I want more, my hands play with the of his jeans. He feel him stiffen against me. I want to touch it. He rolls on top of me. I feel his shaft rub against me. Oh god, I want him inside of me, I want him to ravish me right here, right now. His hands now on my hips again. Grinding into me, myself becoming stimulated. I moan loudly.
"Touch me, Integra. Touch me lower." He moans to me. Lower? I swallow hard. "Wait no, don't." he shakes his head. He pants, as he continues to grind into me. I can feel he is very well-endowed. Give it to me, give it to me Sam!
"Samuel!" I say passionately.
"Yes?" He pants in my ear.
"I'm going to come! You're going to make me-" My eyes go wide, shock going through my body, and suddenly I dissolve into a million pieces. I go limp. He slows down, and kisses my neck.
"I'm guessing that was good." he chuckles, his stiffness still against me.
"Yes." I say, my eyes wide. My arms wrap around his muscular form. He rolls over beside me, holding me tightly.
"Samuel, that was amazing." I say.
"I thought it was amazing too." He says. I almost want to scoff.
"How, you have had sex before."
"Because it was with you."
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We all sit at the breakfast nook the next morning. Connie beaming at the fact her father was back home. He had brought us back some sort of green tea chocolate concoction from his trip. I would try it later after dinner. But Connie ate hers almost immediately. She liked it. Wasn't as sweet as she liked. But she enjoyed it regardless.
Sausage and eggs are for breakfast. Along with Pancakes and fruit. I eat quietly while Samuel holds my knee under the table. I still feel the waves of bliss from last night. Although I wish I could have done more. But there was always next time. I smile at him, my eyes dotting back to him, then the food on my plate. We eat in silence for most of our meal, until Connie spoke up.
"Hey daddy?" She asks.
"What did you have for breakfast in Japan?"
He thinks for a moment, then speaks. "Natto and nori mostly." He answers.
She tilts her head. "What's that?" She asks.
"Natto is fermented soybeans, and nori is seasoned dried seaweed." he tells.
"Ewww!" She protests. He laughs.
"It's not bad," He says. "I also ate steamed rice and fish along with it." He tells her. "I also got so rice flavoring from a little store by my hotel it was pretty good."
"We should try it," I suggest. He nods in agreement.
"What else did you eat there?" Connie asks.
"Well," He takes his hand off my knee, rubbing his chin in thought. "I had Tempura, Kake Udon, Shoyu, Among other things." He tells us.
"What kind of Tempura?" I ask, interested.
"Sakana." He specifies. "Mostly. It's pretty tasty."
"What hotel did you stay at?" I ask.
"The Yokohama bay hotel." He says.
"I thought you had clients in Toyko." I state.
"I did. I had to take the rail." He explains.
"Must have been a hassle."
"It wasn't, boring, but no hassle."
"Hm." I acknowleleg him, beforre finishing my meal. I wipe my mouth with a napkin. Waiting for Connie and Samuel to finish. Once they do, we go to the guestroom Connie had her things in, putting her things in her over night bag, then going to my room, and getting Samuel's bags. I walk them to the door, holding Samuel's hand as I did so. Walter had gotten the car ready, waiting to take them home. I turn to face Samuel, he turns to face me.
"I'll see you tommorrow?" I ask.
"Yes, you will." He smiles at me.
"Good, i'll plan a meal." I say. He nods. There is a moment of silence between us.
"By the way Samuel."
"What is it dear?"
"It's a yes."